Since you been got in the big city Well, you been startin' treatin' me wrong Your mama and your daddy done told me, baby Not to bring you to the South And the bright lights knocked you out I'm gonna send you back to Walker You had nothin' when I met you,

Stood there leaning to the city moon, Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms The black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass With their fabled illusions, the vain

(Party, do it 'till tomorrow) 'Till we get to Las Vegas Whatever happens here, stays here So let's go all the way dear Til we get to Las Vegas Got a shit-eatin' grin Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties again We're in Sin City

I'm goin' in To Sin City I'm gonna win In Sin City Where the lights are bright Do the town tonight Diamonds, and dust Poor man last, rich man first Lamborghinis, caviar

Late night when you need my love I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing You used to call me on my cell phone Call me on my cell phone You used to call me on my, you used to, you used to Ever since I left the city you Got a reputation

From the coming dawn, That seeks to drown us in the flames But if we sell our soul, For the chance of gold, Then we'll rue each passing day! Come on lets Save our lives, The city grieves, like widows clasping Folded flags against their hearts

(Hey) Can anybody hear me? Is anybody out there? Driving around the city with my head down low, low See trouble up ahead and 2 ways to go, go One will bring tears to my baby's eyes And do you hear them angels cry singing You are not alone You are not

Come on and let me hear your prayer I'm going down to the city, I got a home there Let me hear your hosanna Hey brother don't you sing so quiet, no I need a beacon to guide me through the night Oh let me hear your hosanna Oh my heart is tattered and my

Que pasa, New York? New York City, back in New York City, New York City Standing on the corner Just me and Yoko Ono We was waiting for Jerry to land Up come a man with a guitar in his hand Singing, "Have a marijuana if you can" His name was David Peel

Light as a feather But hard as a rock First see the city sky lights Shining from my room Your such a sight to see In the month of June Beautiful like the moons Reflection when its passing off your skin